Young Lions and Southern Pirates

By Bonnie Mutchler

Young Lions and Southern Pirates is a collection of story poems about life, death, love, war and all aspects of mortal drama. Hopefully one or more may touch the heart of the reader or cause them to look at things in a different way. They are easy to read without the flowery language often used that's difficult to understand.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bonnie Mutchler
• Release date: Dec 27, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311973634

Bonnie Mutchler

Bonnie Mutchler was a native of south west Iowa. She lived in southern Missouri for a time before returning to her roots, where she spent the last years of her life with her children, and her pets; Momo, Blinky, and John Jones. A lover of art, she was both a painter and writer, as well as a prolific poet who wrote hundreds of poems from her childhood on, several of which have been published in various anthologies. Sadly, she passed February 15, 2021, leaving behind a legacy of creativity, including some previously unpublished poetry collections, and a legion of family and friends who miss her. May she live on in her works.

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Young Lions and Southern Pirates

By Bonnie Mutchler

First Smashwords Edition, 2014

Second Smashwords Edition 2021

Copyright 2014 by Bonnie Mutchler

Cover design copyright Joleene Naylor 2014. All rights reserved.

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Blood on the Moon

There was blood on the moon

When he rose from the ranks

Of the black hearted destined for hell;

There wasn’t a clue

To his coming doom,

Just the vision he now beheld.

For she rose like a dove,

All silver and pale,

With her wings spread across the blue sky;

His heart was inflamed

As he whispered her name,

And he vowed that for her he would die.

He stood all alone

On the bare plain of stone,

His passion burned hot like a brand,

But she cast him no glance

From her wintry eyes,

Nor did she acknowledge the man.

In her blindness she glowed

In the radiant light

Of an immortal purity,

But his eyes could not bear

To behold such a soul,

While his future lay cold and empty.

In the depths of despair

The barb shattered the air;

The arrow plunged deep in her heart.

She dropped from the sky

Like a crushed butterfly,

And his world ended there in the dark.

For her light was displaced

By anguish and fear,

And remorse could not buy back her life.

He lay in the void

Of eternal damnation,

Abandoned, forsaken, destroyed.

Dalava

The flowers still bloom and the wind still sighs,

But there’s one less ray to light the skies.

Though, there’s none of us who thought he’d die

When he blew through the arc in November.

He said he